: Pretense

 "Father, please reconsider. Csille doesn't know anything about medicine. How can you send here to the infected regions?"

 Csille looks at Prince Fraser. 

 Is he worried about me? Is he mad because I am insisting on going to the infected regions? Does he still care about me?

 His majesty sighed. "Fraser, you also know that aside from Doctors and nurses. We also need people who will help with some other things. I don't see anything wrong with that."

 Prince Fraser shakes his head. "The problem is, can she really help? What if she just burdened anyone there? The situation inside the infected regions is already worst. Do you think they will appreciate it if we send someone who doesn't even know what to do?"

 Csille clenches her fist and tries so hard not to let her tear fall. She was hurt because of Prince Fraser's words.